Till Death Do You Part

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A great chat rp session! Zombies attack a wedding party. :D Asmo as Nathan, Diana as Laura, Maggie as Ceilia, Effort as Darrel, and Ocha as Patricia!

<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Jeffery grazes on the lawn] <span class="time">-05:33 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Jeffery: </span> Jeffery drinks deeply from the pool <span class="time">-05:43 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Asmodeus shoots the giraffe] <span class="time">-05:44 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Asmodeus: </span> &gt;:[ <span class="time">-05:44 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=2>[Jeffery screams and dives into the water]</font> <span class="time">-05:48 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Asmodeus: </span> &quot;Oh God... fuck... shit... there's too many of them... I'm gonna die.... fuck! Gotta get out... I'm surrounded... they're everywhere!&quot; Such were the thoughts that rushed through Nathan's head as he stood before the altar. He was dressed in his best suit and fiddling with the cuffs as behind him his British family exchanged glances with the American family across the ailse. Bagpipes were playing as the crowd quietened down and awaited the bride. It was a lovely summer's evening on the remote Scottish island of Canna, but all the beauty did nothing to calm Nathan's nerves. <span class="time">-05:55 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Jeffery: </span> Jeffery paddled around in the pool until he found the stairs in the shallow end and climbed out. <span class="time">-06:00 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Jeffery: </span> Jeffery spent several hours staring at the loch, wondering if he would ever find his true love when suddenly he saw a long neck with a head on top of it poking out of the water. His heart soared! Could this be a sign? Could she be the one? Quickly he rushed down the hill to meet this stranger of the loch. <span class="time">-06:08 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Laura doesn\'t even like giraffes.] <span class="time">-06:09 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"> Grfg <span class="time">-06:10 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Ceilia -drops a zombie on the giraffe-] <span class="time">-06:10 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura stood in front of a gilded mirror, twisting this way and that for one last check. Wearing a floor length white wedding gown and her dark hair pulled up in a cascade of curls with a crown of pink flowers, she looked like a fairy princess. After waiting 6 years, in only a few moments she would be walking down the isle and becoming Nathan's wife! <span class="time">-06:13 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Jeffery: </span> Empowered by the desperation of finding love, Jeffery shakes of the pesky zombie and wades into the water where he meets Nessy, the monster of the loch. They talk and he finds that she is everything he is looking for in a girl. She also comes to realize that Jeffery looks quite tastey and eats him. <span class="time">-06:13 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: "Verdana",verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Jeffery</font> logged out of the chat.]</font> <span class="time">-((06:13 Apr 23))</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #00C000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Ceilia: </span> Ceilia wore a matching pale white gown, her long black hair braided and neatly at her waist. Ceilia at age 21 is one of the few bridesmaid's in attendance of her friend's wedding! <span class="time">-06:15 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Darrel came for the food] <span class="time">-06:20 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: "Verdana",verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Asmodeus</font> logged out of the chat.]</font> <span class="time">-((06:21 Apr 23))</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Nathan enters.] <span class="time">-06:21 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan checked his watch, then glanced at his best man, then his mother, then the bride's mother, then the priest, then the bagpipe players. &quot;Shit...fuck... oh God... what am I doing... what am I doing?&quot; <span class="time">-06:26 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFF99; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nson>The Wedding Planner popped her head in to the Bridal Room. "We're starting the music now! The bridesmaid should take the places and start walking. ...Good luck!" <span class="time">-Laura</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #00C000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Ceilia: </span> Immediately takes her place behind Diana, as she's the one carrying the long dress train! <span class="time">-06:28 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #00C000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Ceilia: </span> ((Laura even .-. damnit) <span class="time">-06:29 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel hurridly sat down and turned to look where the bride was supposed to be coming from. <span class="time">-06:30 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> The moment Darrel sat down, the old priest, Father Macintosh, called out. &quot;Everyone! Please stand for the bride.&quot; The bagpipes ceased and the organ started to play. <span class="time">-06:30 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Oh shit!&quot; muttered Nathan, snapping to attention. <span class="time">-06:31 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Laura always did love the bagpipe music.~ ] <span class="time">-06:32 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel farted quitely as he heaved himself back upward and turned to watch. <span class="time">-06:34 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Several bridesmaid took their places, walking down the isle one by one. Laura herself took a deep breath. Here was her moment and suddenly her stomach was filled with churning butterflies! Once it was her turn and she appeared at the door, she almost froze like a deer caught in headlights. A quick swallow and a cough from behind her was the only thing that urged her forward. <i>'This is like a dream! ...everyone is staring at me. Don't trip, Laura!</i> <span class="time">-06:35 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Ceilia -stays in her place as a bridesmaid! <<;] <span class="time">-06:37 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Wow those are nice colors, this must have cost a lot. Man, I'm glad I'm not that big of a sucker to get marrie, hoho!&quot; he whispered to a guest standing near by. <span class="time">-06:44 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>And so, between the gazing lines of Brits on her right and Americans on her left, Laura arrived before the altar and turned to the sweating, wide-eyed Nathan. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Erm... hi,&quot; Nathan whispered. <span class="time">-06:47 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Nathan looked like he was going to pass out, and all Laura could do was grin wide. She leaned forward just a bit to whisper. &quot;Last chance to run, and I promise I'll only cry a little.&quot; The softly spoken joke was the same phrase she had told him for years. He hated change so much! <span class="time">-06:51 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #00C000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Ceilia: </span> Ceilia continued holding Laura's dress so the bride wouldn't have to worry about tripping.- <span class="time">-06:54 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> It was the first thing she ever said to him. Nathan had been giving a lecture in Washington and was waiting to catch a bus to the airport. And Laura had been stood up on a date. She had collapsed on the bench next to him, and when she saw that she had disturbed him from his book, she leant over and said just that: &quot;I promise I'll only cry a little.&quot; It had been the start of their first conversation... and Nathan had never caught that plane... <span class="time">-06:55 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Man that dude nerveous as hell, like he was about to bust for the door as if being chased by a horde of zombies or something. They looked like there were sharing a tender moment. He reached into his pocket and ate a handful of...well he wasn't sure what it was but he liked it. <span class="time">-06:56 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>"Dearly Beloved," announced Father Macintosh, lifting his old and trembling hands in welcome, "We are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony; which is an honourable estate, instituted of God, signifying unto us the mystical union that is betwixt Christ and his Church which holy estate Christ adorned and beautified with his presence and first miracle that he wrought in Cana of Galilee, and is commended of Saint Paul to be honourable among all men: and therefore is not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, and in the fear of God. Into this holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined.\" <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan's mother had insisted on the full Christian ceremony. She waved to him from the front pew. <span class="time">-07:00 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan waved back. <span class="time">-07:00 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Ceilia</font> has timed out.]</font> <span class="time">-07:01 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> A mountain of words, grave and condemning for something that was supposed to be a joyous occasion. It was no wonder Nathan was a bundle of nerves. Laura bore them with a fixed smile as she shifted her bouquet in one hand so she could capture Nathan's with her other. <span class="time">-07:01 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Laura</font> has timed out.]</font> <span class="time">-07:05 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Patricia might have underdressed for her cousins wedding.] <span class="time">-07:07 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> It wasn't that Patricia was trying to be disrespectful, but in all honestly she just could not afford to buy a new dress for the happy occassion. The black sheep, getting by barely on her art, she attempted to dress up, but the affect was more that of a party girl then a lady at a familia wedding. <span class="time">-07:09 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>"Now," continued the priest, "If any man can show just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace..." <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan glanced around the church <span class="time">-07:11 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #00C000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Ceilia: </span> She knew no one had any complaints.. how could they, the couple just looked so perfect!~ <span class="time">-07:12 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura's glance looked more like a stare down, daring anyone to stand up! <span class="time">-07:12 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia moved in her space, it was hot in the church and her nylons itched, then she saw Laura all but staring down the assembly! <span class="time">-07:14 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel looked around but didn't really think any one was going to say anything, that would have made things interesting. Letting out a breath that didn't exactly express boredom he looked up at the alter and saw a bride's maid that wasn't dressed quite like a bride's maid. &quot;Hello~&quot; he said under his breath, but some one next to him thought he was addressing them and shushed him. <span class="time">-07:15 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>"Eeeeuuuuurrrghhh!" growled a voice from the other end of the aisle, the sound echoing incredibly loud inside the church. Everyone twisted in their seats and frowned at the open doors, where a single figure stood in kilt and overcoat. He looked like one of the ushers, an old man by the grey hair that hung across his face. And he was standing awkwardly, his legs splayed and shoulders slumped. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan blinked at him. &quot;Er...&quot; He looked at Laura, then the priest, then back at Laura, wondering if she knew the old man... <span class="time">-07:16 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #00C000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Ceilia: </span> Almost dropping the dress train in surprise, Ceilia stared at the stranger inside the church...... something about him really didn't look right! In fact, he was really, really creepy.~ <span class="time">-07:17 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura was about two seconds from getting really mad, but then upon sharing Nathan's confused expression, she was just baffled! &quot;...I don't know who that is...&quot; Now that she took a second look at him, he really didn't look well at all. <span class="time">-07:17 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>"Do you have an objection, my son?" asked the priest. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The old usher continued to stand in the doorway, his head slowed and arms hanging loosely at his sides. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Psst! Darrel!&quot; Nathan whispered loudly down the ailse to his friend. &quot;Darrel!&quot; Then he nodded at the old guy by the doors. &quot;Go see what he wants.&quot; <span class="time">-07:20 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> It would not be nice if the old usher was already drunk. It would set a bad omen for the whole wedding. As they waited for someone to talk to the man, Patricia let her eyes wander about the church. <span class="time">-07:22 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Eh alright&quot; Darrel stood up, smoothed out his suit and started walking down the isle, moving slower and slower as he got a better look at the dude. &quot;Oh shit...&quot; <span class="time">-07:23 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Old Man's head lifted, and his body straightened up fully. "Thought I wouldn't make it, eh Darrel?" <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Laughter rippled through the crowd and Nathan shook his head. &quot;Damn it, Uncle Ernie. You're late.&quot; <span class="time">-07:28 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura chewed on her bottom lip, trying to patient. Really. This was her <i>wedding</i> and she had waited so long! If anything went wrong, she was going to break down to tears! <span class="time">-07:28 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;...Can we continue..?&quot; she mumbled, at least trying to NOT behave like a bridezilla! <span class="time">-07:29 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Man smiled and gave a theatrical bow. "Sorry folks, the boat was delayed. But I'm here now! Everyone can relax!" <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel walked Uncle Ernie to his seat, explaining he thought he'd been dead for several months. <span class="time">-07:29 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #00C000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Ceilia: </span> Ceilia sighed in relief, for a moment she thought something -bad- was happening! <span class="time">-07:30 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>The Priest shook his head at the odd Scot and continued. "I REQUIRE and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it. For be ye well assured, that if any persons are joined together other than as God's Word doth allow, their marriage is not lawful." <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>suddenly the organ started playing again, a strange, discordant melody that interrupted the priest. The chords were out of tune, and the organ pedals were being cruelly kicked. Everyone looked to the left to see the old lady slumped over the keys, pale fingers pressing clumsily at them. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Her sigh of relief was followed by the faintest of startled looks over towards the organ. Surely in a few months she would laugh about this, but right this second the interuptions were becoming a frustration! &quot;Nathan..&quot; she gave a pleading mutter. <span class="time">-07:34 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Erm...&quot; Nathan peered past her at the organ player. &quot;Miss... could you er... Miss?&quot; <span class="time">-07:34 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Organ Player continued to hunch over the keys, her fingers almost slipping from them as her shoulders shuddered. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #00C000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Ceilia: </span> She clenched the train of the dress.. really this wedding was getting stressful! <span class="time">-07:36 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Oh for God's sake!&quot; Patrice exclaimed loudly, ignoring the look from Father as she walked over to the organ player. &quot;Could you please,&quot; she placed a hand on the shoulder of the old musican. <span class="time">-07:36 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura was looking very greatful for Patricia's intervention. The old woman probably forgot to take her pills and with the first interuption, the ceremony was taking too long for her. <span class="time">-07:38 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Organ Player suddenly sat bolt upright and both hands slammed onto the keys, issuing a perfect chord. And as it played there was a rustling sound from Nathan. Laura turned to see her future husband holding a microphone. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Wise men say... only fools rush...in....&quot; <span class="time">-07:39 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;But I.... can't help.... faaaaaalling in love... with.... you...!&quot; <span class="time">-07:39 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>A string quartet stood up next to Darrel and began playing along with the organ <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Shaaaaall I staaaay? Would it beeeee a sin? For I caaaaan't heeeeelp, faaaaalling in loooooove wiiiiiith youuuuu!&quot; <span class="time">-07:40 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;Oh my... Nathan!&quot; Speechless, and so surprised. Both of her hands, bouquet and all were up to her mouth to stiffle her giggling squeal! This was such an unexpected and sweet gift...! <span class="time">-07:41 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan held out his hand. &quot;Taaaaaaake myyyyyyy hand! Taaaaaake my whooooole liiiiiife toooo! For IIIIIII caaaan't heeeeelp, faaaaalling in looooove wiiiiiiiith you!!!&quot; <span class="time">-07:42 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The crowd applauded and the string quartet sat back down. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> For Patricia's part she just crossed her arms and tried not to smirk as she watched the exibition. <span class="time">-07:43 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The old Organ Player gave a bow <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel elbowed one of the string quartet musicians &quot;That was awesome.&quot; <span class="time">-07:44 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>The Priest shook his head again and went back to the ceremony. "Anyway... JOHN Wilt thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, till death do you part?" <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;My name's Nathan,&quot; said Nathan <span class="time">-07:45 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>"Ahem, sorry," said the Priest. "Nathan, Wilt thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?" <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;I do,&quot; said Nathan, handing the microphone to his father. <span class="time">-07:47 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>The Priest smiled and turned to the bride. "Laura Wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God\'s ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, till death do you part? <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura was beaming with a smile. &quot;I do! Forever and a day, I do!&quot; <span class="time">-07:48 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>"Very good. Please present the ring." <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Best Man was hunched over on the seat behind Nathan, looking deathly pale, his body not moving <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Duncan!&quot; <span class="time">-07:51 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Best Man did not move, the wedding ring resting in his half-closed hand <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;...Duncan, the ring?&quot; Laura could only assume they had one hell of a bachelor's party! <span class="time">-07:53 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Duncan! Wake up!&quot; Nathan tried to nudge him with his foot, but he was too far away. He looked at Patricia then nodded at Duncan. <span class="time">-07:54 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia nodded to Nathan and walked over to Duncan. &quot;Ducan, you bastard,&quot; she muttered good humoredly as she went to just grab the ring out of the best man's hand. People were suppose to faint, not fall asleep. <span class="time">-07:55 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Whoa did that dude pass out while standing up?&quot; <span class="time">-07:56 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Duncan suddenly leapt up, screaming as he grabbed Patricia's hand. "Aaaaaaaurrrgh!!" Then suddenly he stopped. "Shit, sorry. Bad dream. What's going on?" <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia, being scared half to death slapped Duncan in the face. &quot;Don't do that!&quot; she complained painting for breath. She then swiped the ring out of his hand. &quot;Nathan, I love you, but so help me...&quot; <span class="time">-07:59 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> *panting <span class="time">-08:00 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Thanks Trish,&quot; Nathan said as he took the ring while shaking his head disapprovingly at Duncan. <span class="time">-08:00 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>"Oh, for heaven's sake," snapped the priest. "I have another ceremony after this! We really can't waste any more ti--" <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The window behind him exploded and something landed on top of the priest, clawing and biting. He screamed as he fell beneath its weight, and then a spray of blood struck the altar. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;OW FUCK!&quot; screamed Nathan as he dropped the ring <span class="time">-08:01 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel was laughing obnoxiously when some one smashed through the window! They landed on the priest and then there was blood sprayed on the alstar. Darrel tried to laugh at the joke but didn't find it particularily funny and instead ate more of what ever it was he had stuffed into his pocket. <span class="time">-08:03 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura have a startled scream as she threw her arms up to shield herself from flying glass. When she dropped her arms down, there was even a spray of blood across her skirts and several people in the room were starting to shriek! <span class="time">-08:04 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: "Verdana",verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Patricia</font> logged out of the chat.]</font> <span class="time">-((08:04 Apr 23))</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>"Now that's a neat trick," said Uncle Ernie as he sat beside Darrel. Then in the next moment blood spattered the side of Darrel's face. Two hands seized Uncle Ernie's head from behind and ripped it clean from the trunk <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Patricia did not log out!] <span class="time">-08:04 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Father?&quot; Patricia called out to the priest in a weak voice, not believing her eyes at this moment. <span class="time">-08:05 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>For a moment there was silence, and then a figure leapt over the altar and landed on top of Patricia, knocking her back into the pews. It was a young man, wearing a fisherman's coat, his skin covered in grime, his teeth yellowed and dirt and blood beneath his nails. He was biting at Patricia, ripping out chunks of her hair. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Ceilia</font> has timed out.]</font> <span class="time">-08:09 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Laura! Get back!&quot; Nathan got in front of his beloved, moving her away from the beast that was attacking Patricia. But even as they moved there was a shadow rising behind the altar. The Priest was getting back up... <span class="time">-08:09 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Bast,&quot; Patrice screamed out instead of just shreaking as she got a foot between herself and the attacker and then hefted up,&quot;Er!&quot; <span class="time">-08:09 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Wha-&quot; blood on his face...wait this was real blood. Then the most disgusting noise he ever heard in his life sounded from right near him, and Uncle Ernie's head was gone from his body, actually dead this time. He leapt off the pew and stared at the person that had ripped off Uncle Earnie's head and then at the person who crashed through the window. It wasn't a joke. <span class="time">-08:09 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> When Darrel looked around and saw the priest getting up again, blood all over him an inkling of what was going on started to spark in the back of his mind. &quot;No way.&quot; <span class="time">-08:11 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;..stop it..!&quot; Laura shouted towards the fisherman, but the priest was standing He was all right...? But...! Laura clung on to the back of Nathan's suit, casting a frightened look behind her where the guests were now frantically fleeing from someone holding Uncle Ernie's head. &quot;N-nathan...! What's going on..!&quot; <span class="time">-08:11 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia stood up, her attacker now sprawled on the floor not far from her. &quot;What the bloody hell do you think,&quot; she might have gone on, even with the screaming in the back ground had it not been for the fact that the man, if man he still was, quickly got up. Patricia did not have time to think, just react, and she grabbed one of the decorative vases, heavier then she thought, and slammed it in the guys face. &quot;Stay down!&quot; <span class="time">-08:14 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The fisherman lunged again at Patricia, but Duncan got in the way, punching the man square in the jaw. He fell and Duncan got on top of him, hitting him repeatedly with the hymn book. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Uncle Ernie's arterial blood sprayed across the pews and his killer... one of the muscular bagpipe players... swung the head and smacked Darrel from his seat. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Priest got upright, shaking his head, straightening his robe. Then he turned, and Nathan and Laura saw the dark red colour wash like ink across his eyes. His breath came in rasping wheezes and he buckled slightly, coughing up phlegm and bile. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Father, are you okay?&quot; Nathan stepped forward, his hand still on Laura's wrist. <span class="time">-08:18 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel felt dazed. This couldn't be-whack! &quot;Ow! You...fucker!&quot; Darrel looked around and grabbed a big candle stick and swung it around to smash the...the...dude over the head. <span class="time">-08:18 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;Nathan, wait!&quot; Something wasn't right here. She could just feel it down in the pit of her stomach. Maybe it was instinct, but either way, Laura was tugging on Nathan's arm trying to urge him towards one of the doors! <span class="time">-08:19 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Priest's lips rolled back from his teeth and his feral snarled resounded from the walls of the church. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia looked around, Duncan seemed to have things taken care of with the fisherman, and then her eyes turned to the priest. &quot;Nathan! Laura!&quot; <span class="time">-08:22 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>"Ow, the little gobshite bit me," said Duncan as he got the fisherman in an armlock. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>The guests started flooding into the aisles, making a dash for the door as panic spread. Darrel was knocked over in the rush and the doorway became swamped by the stampede. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel continued smashing the dude's head until he fell over, then walking around the pew Darrel was about to smash the dude one more time but then he was knocked over by the stampeding crowd. <span class="time">-08:27 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia was going to go back to see to Duncan, but had to step back quickly when the rush took place. She found herself next to the flickering flames of one of the large candlelabras. &quot;Don't panic Tricia, just don't panic,&quot; she repeated to herself more then a little frighten herself. <span class="time">-08:28 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Father...wait.. just... stop!&quot; Nathan stumbled backwards as the Priest charged him, shielding Laura as best he could. Luckily the Priest slipped on his own blood and landed short of them, still snarling as he grabbed at Nathan's ankle. &quot;Oh fuck! Get off!&quot; <span class="time">-08:28 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Behind Patricia, the Organ Player turned, the glasses falling from her face as her pale hands reached out <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Go out the side exit!&quot; Patricia yelled at the old woman, as she put a hand on the center rode of the candlelabra for something resembling reasurance to herself. <span class="time">-08:32 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel worked his way up from the ground, shoving people away that almost knocked him over again and quickly picked up the candle stick and looked around. Seeing the priest coming after Nathan and Laura. Darrel rushed to the altar, stepping over the reaching hand of the bagpiper. Darrel ran up and smashed the Priest over the head, he wasn't worrying about hurting the man, because he was quickly realizing it wasn't a man any more. <span class="time">-08:33 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The old woman lunged at Patricia, one arm locking around the neck while the other held her arm. The woman bit down, hard and savagely..... her false teeth not quite breaking the skin. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;GOD DAMN IT! <span class="time">-08:34 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Her beautiful wedding day was now a bloody mess of chaos! With Darrel clobbering the Priest, Laura was helping yank Nathan's leg free! <span class="time">-08:34 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot; Patricia blasphimied as she used her free arm to put flames to the old woman's wig with the candles while trying to push herself away somehow. <span class="time">-08:35 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Old Woman squealed as her wig went up in flames, followed quickly by her knitted cardigan. Patricia pulled free, but the Old Woman, now in flames, stumbled after her. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Fuck off!&quot; Nathan kicked the priest away and left Darrel bludgeoning him as he hurried down the aisle with Laura. There were screams from outside now, snarls and ripping sounds coming from the woods. People were getting trampled in the entranceway, and there were shadows around the windows. <span class="time">-08:38 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia stumbled a few steps backwards, still holding on to her flaming torch, okay it was only a candlelabra but she was clinching it for dear life, she then turned to run when she ran straight into someone! <span class="time">-08:40 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>A pale hand pushed Patricia back, and she looked up into the blood-red eyes of the Best Man, Duncan. His arm was blackened with infection, and his mouth drooling with blood and phlegm. Patricia was surrounded. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> The main exit was blocked by everyone trying to flee, and with the shadows hovering at the windows, Laura was sure going outside would be a bad idea! Holding on to Nathan's hand, she pointed towards one of the side exit doors. It led to the back chambers of the church where the priest's offices were. &quot;That way!&quot; <span class="time">-08:42 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;NO,&quot; Patricia nearly wept when she saw someone she had known for such a large portion of her life now changed into some unholy monster. She swung the large set of candles in an arching motion trying to prevent either of these unnatural creatures from laying yet another hand on her. <span class="time">-08:44 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel, having destroyed the priest, jumped up and came down with the large candle stick on Duncan's head but it skewed off the side, taking a little off the impact. Then another candle stick came sweeping around and almost smacked into his face &quot;Whoa!&quot; Then he saw Laura running toward the back of the church, looking ahead of her is saw a door way. &quot;Hey, go follow Laura&quot; he pushed the bride's maid in the right direction and clobbered another...one before taking off after her. <span class="time">-08:47 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan ran with Laura, getting across one of the pews towards the side exit. He didn't see where his parents had gone, or his cousins, or his friends. Everything was a blur or rushing bodies and a haze of screams. One thing he did notice though, was the blazing fires that illuminated Patricia and Darrel. &quot;TRISH! DARREL! OVER HERE!!!&quot; <span class="time">-08:48 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia did not need to be told twice. With a speed that proved her total fear, and agility that bespoke too many nights in heels, she avoided things littered on the ground, best unseen, and came quickly to the door. &quot;What in all that is holy is going on here!&quot; she screamed at her cousin with a panicked voice. <span class="time">-08:50 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;I don't know! I just don't know!&quot; Laura was seconds from tears, now fighting to get the side door open. The old door had rusty hinges, but it only took one good shove with her shoulder to get it open. The bride nearly stumbled in to the empty hall! <span class="time">-08:52 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Oh so her name was Trish. Well they had made it in ahead of him, Darrel stumbled once on his rush to the door because he had looked back at Uncle Ernie's body still sitting there. He slid through the door and slammed it shut. &quot;Fucking zombies, man!&quot; <span class="time">-08:55 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;That's ridiculous!&quot; Nathan replied as he helped him bolt the door. The two of them backed down the hallway after the girls. It was a small and dimly lit corridor, ending at the Priest's private quarters. <span class="time">-08:56 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;It's crazy, it's nuts, but let's pretend he's right,&quot; Patricia said. It wasn't too obvious she was shaking except the flames on the candles were dancing more then just walking could justify. &quot;We need to get to somewhere safe. Get to one of the cars. Go far far away.&quot; The clicking of the pair of heels sounded so loud just now. <span class="time">-08:58 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura was shaking. Her bouquet lost in their flight, her dress speckled with drops of red. Even back here, they could still hearing screaming of the wedding guests. &quot;Did you see the people at the windows? I think the entire church is surrounded! We can't go outside!&quot; <span class="time">-08:59 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan saw her shaking. He moved with Laura into the priest's office and sat her down on one of the armchairs beside the bookcase. Kneeling, he held her hands. &quot;Laura, it's okay. We'll get through this.&quot; All around them were cries and squeals... the snarls of the infected gradually eclipsing the screams of the hunted. <span class="time">-09:01 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel leaned himself against a wall and wiped his face of sweat, and had a mini panic as he realized Uncle Earnie's blood was on his face. He ripped off his jacket and used the inside to wipe furiously at his face and threw it across the room. Resting his face in his hands he tried to calm himself down. <span class="time">-09:03 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;This was supposed to be the happiest day of our life...&quot; Now she couldn't stop the tears from steaming, but bravely she only sniffled once and nodded her head. &quot;I can't run in this dress... Should we even leave?&quot; <span class="time">-09:04 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;We can't stay. We're trapped here,&quot; Patricia then placed the candlelabra down and started digging through the priest's desk. &quot;Here,&quot; she slid a pair of scissors at the bride. <span class="time">-09:05 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan looked around as he knelt beside her. There were no windows in the office... just thick walls of granite. The room was clearly deep inside the church and their only way out was back through that hallway. &quot;The caterers... they had their van here, out near the buffet tent...&quot; <span class="time">-09:07 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>As Patricia went through the desk, she found the Priest's journal in one of the drawers. It had a page bookmarked. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Could we get to the tents?&quot; Patricia said in a worried, if slightly distracted tone as she picked up the journal. Maybe there was a good hymn to calm one's spirit in here. <span class="time">-09:09 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Scissors in hand, Laura made quick work of her beautiful dress. She cut the folds of fabric up to her knees, and tossed the bits aside. &quot;It should only be a short walk, but there seems to be so many people out there now...&quot; <span class="time">-09:11 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Wiping his face one more time Darrel looked around the room and spied a water cooler. He stood up and grabbed a couple of the Dixie cups from the dispenser attached to it and filled them up, he distributed them. &quot;Plus, are the keys in the van?&quot; <span class="time">-09:12 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;The caterers were in the tent getting the buffet ready,&quot; said Nathan. &quot;One of them had the keys...&quot; <span class="time">-09:12 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Alright, I think one of us should look for the keys while everyone else watches their back, yeah?&quot; <span class="time">-09:15 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>On the page, Patricia saw some hastily scribbled writing. "Young Connor has vanished. They say he's probably on an extended fishing trip, but I know better. He was fishing in Senan Cove... where I buried poor Olivia Kelly. I still have nightmares about her. It was such a minor sin... taking that necklace from her before I cast her into the waters. She said in her will that she wanted to be buried at sea. But there was nothing about that necklace. I thought... I thought no one would miss it. It was such a pretty thing... a celtic cross... I put it in the chapel, on the east side of the cathedral, where it caught the light so perfectly. I just wanted something nice for my church. But she wants it back... I can feel it... she wants her necklace back... and she wants to punish me..." <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Might not be good if they're like Duncan,&quot; Tricia sounded even more distracted now. She reread the entry. &quot;IMPOSSIBLE!&quot; <span class="time">-09:17 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel nearly jumped out of his skin &quot;What the fuck?!&quot; <span class="time">-09:18 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan flinched. <span class="time">-09:19 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Putting the book down, she turned it around so that the others could read the entry. &quot;Impossible right? This and that can't be related, can it?&quot; <span class="time">-09:19 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Connor.... fisherman....&quot; Nathan muttered, his gaze turning slowly to look down the corridor as he connected the dots. <span class="time">-09:20 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura leaned, skimming over the page with a frown. &quot;You don't think this has anything to do with all of this, do you?&quot; <span class="time">-09:20 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Wow&quot; He had read the entry and rubbed his chin. &quot;Well it makes sense if it was. Wasn't there a dude dressed up in fishing clothes in there?&quot; <span class="time">-09:21 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan suddenly shook his head. &quot;We don't have time for this! The van's our only hope. We get out of the church, get to the tent, find the keys... get in the van... If the boat's still at the dock, we can make a run for the mainland.&quot; He looked around, noticing something in the corner. Reaching out, he picked up one of the Priest's golf clubs, feeling the weight. <span class="time">-09:22 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia was conflicted. What Nathan said made the most sense. They were not exactly in a place where they could take their time. &quot;Would we be cursed even still?&quot; she voiced her worry aloud. <span class="time">-09:24 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;And what if the boat isn't at the dock...?&quot; Laura had to ask. The plan was good, but if the boat was already gone...! <span class="time">-09:24 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;I better not be cursed, I didn't do a thing to draw that girl's vengeance...But I guess she just blames the whole building...&quot; Darrel started wondering if it was possible to get her nacklace back to her. <span class="time">-09:26 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;It has to be.&quot; He knelt beside her again, taking both her hands. &quot;Laura, I love you. I'll get you out of this and we'll spend the rest of our lives together. I promise.&quot; <span class="time">-09:27 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;I'm gonna hold you to that...&quot; Laura leaned forward to give Nathan a quick kiss. Then she was taking a deep breath to still her nerves before she stood. Thank goodness she decided to wear flat shoes. &quot;Lets do this before I lose the nerve...!&quot; <span class="time">-09:28 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;How far is the east chapel from this room,&quot; Patricia finally asked, not satified at all with what she had chosen to do. <span class="time">-09:28 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan frowned at her. &quot;It's the other side of the church, down another hallway like this one. What... why are you...?&quot; <span class="time">-09:29 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel looked at Trish. Whoa, same wavelength. &quot;That necklace is important...&quot; <span class="time">-09:31 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia took a deep breath. &quot;Being absolutely foolish and not heeding the obvious choice,&quot; she tried to smile but it was more of a grimice. &quot;If I can do it great, but if not, you should still get out of here.&quot; <span class="time">-09:31 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan stared at both of them, then nodded at the book. &quot;You really believe that shit? I'm sorry, but I'm putting Laura in danger because of some old scribblings.&quot; <span class="time">-09:32 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> *not <span class="time">-09:33 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;Patricia...&quot; Laura's words dropped off... she didn't know what to say. If they split up, would she ever see her again? Laura moved and gave Patricia a tight hug. &quot;I understand... We'll wait for you! As long as we can. Please be careful and hurry?&quot; Laura cast a glance to Nathan, he would try to wait, wouldn't he? <span class="time">-09:34 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Maybe this is all a nightmare due to someone slipping me something last night,&quot; Patricia tried to sound amused by the idea, but this whole thing was not normal and quite morbid. &quot;If you have to leave, don't regret it, and don't tell anyone what I did either.&quot; <span class="time">-09:35 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Hey man.&quot; Darrel stood up. &quot;I'm coming too.&quot; <span class="time">-09:36 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> (By 'Hey man' he meant Trish) <span class="time">-09:36 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan looked at Darrel, knowing that he had the same determination as Patricia. &quot;I'll park the van outside the main doors. I'll wait as long as I can.&quot; <span class="time">-09:37 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia looked around the room to see if there was anything she felt she could use to defend herself with. This was probably more foolish then her decision on her sixteenth birthday. <span class="time">-09:38 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Hefting the golf club, Nathan helped Laura up, squeezing her hand. &quot;I won't let you go. <span class="time">-09:39 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;I'll only cry a little bit if you do.&quot; she replied with a weak smile. &quot;Oh wait..!&quot; Gold clubs. Without releasing Nathan's hand, she moved to the caddy, tossing one club to Patricia and another to Darrel. &quot;Good luck.&quot; <span class="time">-09:41 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Oh I got an idea.&quot; Darrel opened up a closet and reached inside, pulling out the wooden bit that spanned the closet so the clothes could be hung up, it was hold and hefty, with a foolish grin he held it out to Trish. <span class="time">-09:42 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> (Oh duh, there's usually more than one golf club) <span class="time">-09:43 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> (Negate my last post then) <span class="time">-09:43 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;See you at the clubhouse,&quot; Nathan muttered, before leading the way. The four of them headed back down the hallway. It was quiet all around them now, only the low snarls of the infected breaking the deathly quiet. Lifting the bolt on the door, Nathan peered into the main church. Around the pews where a dozen or so zombies, all with their backs to them as they feasted on the fallen. Nathan turned to the others and put a finger to his lips. Quietly, holding Laura's hand he crept out and went right, circling towards the main door as the creatures ate. <span class="time">-09:44 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> It was better then something with a blade edge that was for sure. She'd likely do more harm to herself then not. She followed the bride and groom quietly, hoping that perhaps they could get to the east chapel quickly and without incident! <span class="time">-09:45 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>Meanwhile, the entrance to the east hallway was directly opposite. Patricia and Darrel would have to pass close to the zombies to get there. The hallway mirrored the one they had come from and ended in a small chapel. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura was quiet. Having to swallow her desire to scream, squeak, or sib at the site of so much blood. So many bodies...! Faces she recognized and -- Laura kept her eyes on Nathan's back. Squeezing his hand tighter as they tip toed for the doors. <span class="time">-09:47 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Staring across the room Darrel broke out in a light sweat. He looked at Trish and jerked his head toward their target and holding his breath he stepped out of the hallway making very sure that he was not going to step on anything noisey. <span class="time">-09:48 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>There was snap as one of the zombies ripped a spinal column free and began chewing at the ribs <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia paused and winced, shutting her eyes for a moment to the sound. She then opened her eyes and tried to keep following Darrel, but she wasn't sure how long her resolve would last. <span class="time">-09:50 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan got Laura to the entrance, glanced down and, with the colour draining from his face, turned to look into her eyes. He couldn't let her look down. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he walked backwards as he led her, the two of them taking careful steps over the familiar bodies that littered the doorway. <span class="time">-09:51 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel slowly let his breath out when he heard the snap, then he pulled in another breath holding it and moving on. There were a couple of toppled chairs he had to step carefully over but it was no big deal. He reached the doorway and looked back at Trish, offering a smile for encouragement. <span class="time">-09:54 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Tricia was almost as pale as Laura's dress once was. She couldn't even at this point give a fake smile, all her energy on keeping her cool and not freaking out right now. In all honesty she just wanted to find a place to curl up and hide so she could cry her eyes out, but that wouldn't do any good. That's why she was pressing on. She gave a nod to Darrel to continue on. <span class="time">-09:56 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> That look in his eyes... she just knew! But every time her gaze almost strayed to look past him or at their feet he gave her hand a squeeze. The floors were slick with blood and Laura slipped. Nathan's hands quick to steady her as she bite down on her lip to avoid giving a startled squeak. They were so close to getting out unnoticed...! <span class="time">-09:57 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> They made it outside, crossing the graveyard where body parts were strewn. All around them the woods were full of lumbering shadows, whilst over the single road towards the coast the sun was setting. They hurried to the buffet tent at the edge of the graveyard. And there they saw the van, the driver's door open and one of the caterers laying half in and half out, her head touching the ground and spilling form blood and brain matter from the shattered skull. Nathan sat Laura down by one of the gravestones. &quot;I'm going to check the van. I'll be right back. Keep an eye on the church.&quot; <span class="time">-10:02 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> With some relief Darrel walked through the archway that lead to the door but was duanted by the look of the handle. It looked old, and loud. Or he could just be nerveous, Darrel opened the door, ready to run if it made a loud noise. <span class="time">-10:03 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Nearly gulping, Patricia kept an eye back at those feasting on their loved ones. It was not something she wanted to witness, but if something was going to come at them, she wanted to be ready as Darrel opened the door. <span class="time">-10:04 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura didn't want to let go, but there was little choice. Staying couched out of site next to the gravestone she set her eyes to the church. Praying that Patricia and Darrel would make it out. &quot;Please, please, be careful.&quot; <span class="time">-10:04 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Inside the church, there was a screech as two of the zombies began fighting over the intestines of an usher. The sound masked the squeak of the hallway door, and blood splattered over the shoulders of the zombies, flecking the side of Patricia's face. But they were too preoccupied to notice her. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan gave Laura a kiss then hurried past the tent towards the van, creeping out of sight around its side as he went to peer through the windows. <span class="time">-10:06 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel almost took off like a bullet but stopped when he heard the flecking of blood. Trish had gotten spattered by the blood. He whispered very carefully &quot;Trish be calm and come into the room...&quot; <span class="time">-10:07 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Biting her lip hard, Patricia walked inside behind Darrel. Amazingly she did not shed a tear still, but the shock and the adrenalline could only hold out so long. Could her survivle instincts keep her in tact. &quot;What if he moved it?&quot; Tricia nervously asked once they were further inside, as softly as she could. <span class="time">-10:08 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>As the sun went down a cold breeze picked up and began rustling the buffet tent. Laura saw the door flapping back and forth in the wind, as it did she caught glimpses of a figure inside. A young woman in a bridesmaid's dress, standing by the wedding cake, cutting at it with a knife in clumsy and instinctive strokes <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel tore off his surprisingly clean sleeve and gave it to trish to wipe her face with. &quot;Where would he move it to? The only place I can think of is if he was wearing but that's unlikely&quot; There were a couple of rooms and he carefully peaked into the first one. <span class="time">-10:12 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;Ceilia..?&quot; she whispered under he breath. Laura reached a hand out, almost ready to call out to the girl, but she quickly retracted it. Duncan had been hurt and turned... had Ceilia? Shifting her position to a crouch, Laura leaned to get a better look to be sure! <span class="time">-10:15 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>The Celtic Cross gleamed at Daryl from the wall of the chapel. It seemed to glow of its own accord, its dark wood inlaid with golden leaf patterns. The artefact almost looked wet... <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Somehow, she seemed to hear it. Ceilia turned from the wedding cake, her eyes blood red and her face a deathly pale. The carving knife was clutched in her hand, and she began shuffling towards Laura, pushing out through the flap of the tent. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Oh god...! *Laura ducked behind the gravestone. Her chest heaving with fright. It wasn't Ceilia anymore... Did she hear her? Where was Nathan? Laura shifted to crouch on her feet, casting a frantic glance to the caterer's van! <span class="time">-10:19 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Laura's hair was seized, her body pulled back against the gravestone. Ceilia had moved quicker than expected. As Laura's head was pulled back she saw the bridesmaid standing over her, lifting up the knife for a brutal swing <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Thank you,&quot; she muttered to Darrel. The simple act helped her spirits more then she would have expected. &quot;Oh thank God, it's here!&quot; Patricia said in relief as she quickly rushed to the wall. <span class="time">-10:22 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Wow, it's right there. &quot; Darrel thought it would be hard to find. Looking around cautiously Darrel stepped into the room and signaled Trisha in. He walked hurridly over to the cross but didn't touch it. &quot;Um, i don't know if we should touch it or what ever&quot; <span class="time">-10:22 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>As Patricia rushed past Darrel against his wishes, there was a clatter in the corner of the room. A figure straigthened up from the body of an usher, turning to fix its blood red eyes upon Darrel. And over by the wall, Patricia's hand froze on the Cross as she recognised the zombie. It was her father. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia felt numb. The wedding was among other things suppose to be a chance to reconcile, if possible, with her family. Especially her father. Now there he stood, but a nightmare of the man she knew. &quot;Papa?&quot; Patricia started to lose her grip on the golf club. <span class="time">-10:25 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura screamed! And immediately she wished she hadn't. Both hands reached up catching Ceilia's arm before the knife slashed at her. Then she was rolling off the gravestone struggling to get out of the younger woman's grasp. ...she was so strong! &quot;Ceilia please...!&quot; <span class="time">-10:27 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel's gut practically fell out of his body but he steeled his nerves. He knew how zombies were supposed to be killed, so that gave him a little bit of courage. &quot;Trish, I think you know better than to do what I think you're thinking about doing right now.&quot; He gave her a cutting look. &quot;These are zombies, they are not who they look like. It isn't your dad any more.&quot; He shifted his stance and resembled a samurai. <span class="time">-10:28 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The knife sliced open Laura's arm as the two girls struggled. As she got free she stumbled back, but Ceilia kept coming, swinging the knife back and forth in huge and clumsy swings. Behind her, shadows were stirring inside the tent and in the woods, drawn by Laura's scream <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>Patricia's father, turned his hand, holding it out to his daughter, as if willing her to take. He took one lurching step towards her, his pale face twisted in a look of confusion and pity... <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> An sob like sound escaped Patricia's throat. Darrel was of course right, but it seemed so much like her father! &quot;I'm grabbing the cross,&quot; she declaired, hoping Darrel would keep her father off her back. With tears she reached up. <span class="time">-10:31 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> She cried out in pain as she stumbled back. Laura could see the shadows in the distance shifting her way. She took off running towards the van. &quot;Nathan! Nathan...!&quot; <span class="time">-10:31 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Very suddenly realized that it may actually be a good idea and he nodded to Trish in affirmation. He noticed the look on the dude's face and he decided to try something. He talked to the zombie. &quot;Hey...dude we're trying to get this cross back to the girl it belongs to so if you and your homie's leave us alone we'll be able to do that, dig?&quot; <span class="time">-10:34 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> The van suddenly lurched backwards, it engine squealing as it came straight towards Laura. She screamed again and threw herself aside as the vehicle slammed into Ceilia, crushing her against the gravestone. The door opened and Nathan looked down from the driver's seat. &quot;Shit! Sorry! Wrong gear!&quot; <span class="time">-10:34 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Patricia's father roared as his daughter reached for the Cross, and all at once he leapt towards her, teeth and nails barred and bloody. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura laughed! A shakey, hysterical laugh, but she was just so grateful to see him <i>alive</i>! Without missing a beat, Laura picked herself off the ground and climbed in to the van. She plopped herself in to the passengers seat, clicking her seatbelt in. &quot;They're coming, Nathan. They heard me...&quot; Laura pointed through the windshield at the bodies shambling over the grass. <span class="time">-10:37 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Guess that didn't work. Darrel leapt and smashed Trish's dad against the wall with the full force of his body and tried to throw him to the ground but the zombie clutched at him and Darrel struggled to keep from being bitten while at the same time trying to break free so he could brain the guy. <span class="time">-10:38 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;You always have to be the centre of attention!&quot; Nathan replied hysterically, before throwing the vehicle into gear. He swung it around, demolishing half of the buffet tent and then accelerating through the graveyard, swerving around the headstones. Zombies threw themselves at the vehicle, bouncing off or being dragged beneath the tyres, their blood and spittle staining the windshield. <span class="time">-10:39 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Taking the cross off the wall, Patricia held it close to her body. &quot;Darrel,&quot; she called out, but was unsure how much help she'd be with a one handed swing, she tried to eye an opertunity to help, and not hinder. <span class="time">-10:39 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The zombie was stronger than the others. Darrel was thrown backwards, falling over one of the chairs, and Patricia's father lunged at her with his arms outstretched <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;And you always wait until last minute to get the girl..!&quot; Laura responded just as quick, throwing her arms over her head. Both to shield herself in case they crash and to prevent herself from watching the gore smashed over the windshield. <span class="time">-10:42 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Forgive me,&quot; she choked out, swinging with all her might with the one hand, knowing as she did there would be no forgiveness, no reconciliation, nor anything other then death. <span class="time">-10:43 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>It struck his jaw, ripping it from the skull in a shower of blood and teeth. Patricia's father staggered backwards, dropping to its knees between her and Darrel, a piteous and gargled moan bubbling from its lungs <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Toppeling over a chair Darrel smacked his head on the ground and saw stars. His movements made woozy he tried to get up as fast as he could to collect his club but it felt like things were wobbeling underneath him. <span class="time">-10:45 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Fuuuuck!&quot; Nathan cried as he slammed on the brakes, skidding the van around so it's rear ended up near the doors of the church. He honked the horn furiously as dozens of zombies began to pour from the woods up ahead. <span class="time">-10:46 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> A horn? Oh god, it was Laura and Nathan. There time must have been nearly up, with a deep breath Patricia swung the club again, though her vision was now watery. <span class="time">-10:47 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> *Their <span class="time">-10:47 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The second swing brought a crack of fractured bone and Patricia's father toppled over. As his gargling was silenced it was replaced by the honk of the horn and the snarls of the dozen or so zombies still inside the church <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [Darrel enters.] <span class="time">-10:49 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;COME ON!&quot; Nathan yelled, honking the horn harder. &quot;GET IN THE BACK OF THE VAN!!!!&quot; The woods were now erupting with the Undead, the entire population of the island drawn by the sound <span class="time">-10:49 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;Please guys, still be in there..&quot; Laura muttered with a hushed breath. But she immediately jumped, leaning away from the window when a bloodied guest slammed up against it! &quot;Oh god...!&quot; <span class="time">-10:50 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> [A Zombie drags itself across the street, one leg lamely being drug behind it.] <span class="time">-10:50 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Damn it.&quot; Darrel used the wall to help himself up and he forced the earth to stay still as he grabbed his club. &quot;Alright&quot; he winced &quot;lets go.&quot; Gaining more stability with every step Darrel rushed out the door. <span class="time">-10:51 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;COME OOOOOOON!&quot; <span class="time">-10:51 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia did not look back, she just rushed following behind Darrel holding the cross closely and dragging the club behind her. <span class="time">-10:52 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The zombies that had been inside the church were not at the sides of the van, rocking it back and forth. But the rear doors were clear. They could make it... <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel busted a couple zombie heads on his way to the main door and kicked them open and dove into the back of the van. <span class="time">-10:55 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The back of the van was full of food crates and piles of napkins. Darrel and Patricia clambered on top of them and got the doors shut. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;GO!&quot; she yelled. &quot;Go, go go!&quot; and that was it. Patricia couldn't hold back anymore. She started to weep. <span class="time">-10:56 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Okay, let's go!&quot; Nathan floored the accelerator and drove the van straight into the oncoming tide, ploughing through the wall of Necrotic flesh. They skidded out onto the road and began speeding away from the church <span class="time">-10:56 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> On some kind of insticnt Darrel put an arm around Patricia. He'd probably take his turn of crying after his head stopped throbbing. <span class="time">-10:58 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>A hand shot from beneath the pile of boxes, locking around Darrel's throat. From beneath the supplies, the zombified face of the Wedding Planner started him downwards. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Shit, shit shit!&quot; Nathan steered wide left and right, slamming into oncoming bodies, barely missing the trees. He could feel the weight in the back being moved around, and it wasn't helping with the control of the vehicle <span class="time">-10:59 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura was shouting again, fumbling to undo her seatbelt to get a hand on Nathan's golf club! <span class="time">-11:00 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> If Darrel could talk properly he would have shouted &quot;This is bullshit!&quot; he was angered now and punched the zombie in the head repeatedly, twisting his body this way and that to escape it's grasp and wailing on it at the same time. He was so frustrated. <span class="time">-11:01 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>as her seatbelt came loose, Nathan turned the corner towards the docks and Laura was thrown back against the side door, which hadn't been closed properly. It swung open and her head and upper body fell outwards, dangling inches from the roadside as they sped along. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia was crying, crying hard, but she choked on her sob when the van move irradically. She hadn't even really noticed that Darrel had been holding her. &quot;Damn you!&quot; and she hit the zombie with the cross. <span class="time">-11:02 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The sudden turn threw the zombie and Darrel towards the back of the van, and Patricia lost her grip on the cross. The rear doors swung open, with Darrel and the Wedding Planner dangling over the edge, and the Cross sliding along the floor towards the edge <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Laura!!&quot; Nathan gripped Laura's leg as he flailed half-outside the vehicle, tree-trunks swishing past her head <span class="time">-11:04 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;No no no no,&quot; Patricia scrambled to the edge to try to retrieve the cross. If they lost it, everything could be for not! <span class="time">-11:04 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura grasped frantically for the door, just barely catching herself before her face was scrapped off by the street. She struggled to pull herself back inside as the van shifted violently back and forth! <span class="time">-11:05 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>as Darrel wrestled with the Wedding Planner, he saw the Cross sliding past him towards the edge <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Ah damn. Darrel managed to lodge his foot into something, anchoring him in place and freeing his hand he grabbed the cross and while the hand was free he punched the zombie in the head with the same hand. <span class="time">-11:07 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan helped pull Laura back inside. Then he looked back at the road and saw the pier looming a few feet ahead of him. &quot;Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!&quot; <span class="time">-11:09 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Wedding Planner batted Darrel's hand away and rolled to its feet, ready to pounce again. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Back in her seat, before she could even consider belting herself back down the pier was coming up fast! &quot;Nathan, the breaks...! The breaks...!&quot; <span class="time">-11:10 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia reached for one of the golf clubs and swung at the feet of the Wedding Planner. <span class="time">-11:11 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!&quot; Nathan slammed on the brakes and the van came skidding to a halt, ploughing into the wooden slats and half-submerging in water. The force of the stop threw Darrel into Patricia, and the Wedding Planner went flying past them, propelled between the front seats and through the windscreen. <span class="time">-11:11 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Umph,&quot; was the sound Patricia made as Darrel landed on her. Everything seemed to ache slightly and the world seemed heavy. <span class="time">-11:13 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Water began rushing in through the windscreen, and with the snarls of the approaching horde, it was enough to rouse them from their daze <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura had cracked her head on the dashboard, but was now shoving her door open to stumble knee-deep in to the water. With vision blurred by blood and tears she looked frantically for the docked boat! <span class="time">-11:15 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Uuuugh&quot; he grunted angrily and shifted around, his head throbbing. But then he heard the water and an idea occurred to him. &quot;I think we have to get the necklace in the water...&quot; He hauled himself up, the necklace wrapped around his hand he helped Trish out the side door. <span class="time">-11:16 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>At the end of the half-demolished pier, a small motorboat remained. It had a bottle of champagne in the back, and some ribbon tied around it with a note reading 'Just Married' <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Darrel</font> has timed out.]</font> <span class="time">-11:17 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan's door was jammed. Releasing his seatbelt he plunged forward through the shattered windscreen, and swum up and around the pier, surfacing next to Laura. <span class="time">-11:17 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> For a split moment Patricia's eyes searched for the cross, but when she noticed it in Darrel's hand she allowed herself to be lead out by the man. Her only concious thought to remember the golf club. <span class="time">-11:18 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>From the trees and along the road, the entire zombie horde was sprinted to a chorus of howls <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;Nathan, I see it!&quot; she sloshed through the water until she could throw her arms around Nathan. &quot;The boat is still here!&quot; Her elation was short lived, though. She could see the others coming...! <span class="time">-11:19 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan clambered up onto the peer and began running with his arms around Laura. They stumbled towards the motorboat. &quot;Guys, come on! Run!&quot; <span class="time">-11:20 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel did run, he jumped into the boat and helped Trish in also. There was an oar and Darrel picked it up. <span class="time">-11:21 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>A Zombie</font> has timed out.]</font> <span class="time">-11:22 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Fuck the oar!&quot; Nathan shouted as he and Laura got in. He started pulling the cord on the motor, even as the first zombies leapt over the van and onto the pier. <span class="time">-11:22 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> It was hard to stay alert. She was now wet on top of her emotional and physical exhaustion. &quot;Start it up!&quot; They were so close to escaping now! <span class="time">-11:23 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Rhhhm! <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Rhhhm! <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Rhhhm! Rhhhm! <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel didn't bother to tell Nathan the oar was to brain the first zombie to get close, it wasn't important. <span class="time">-11:23 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Rhhhm! Rhhhm! Rhhhm! Rhhhm! Rhhhm! <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>The boat shot away from the pier, the rope holding it going taut and yanking them backwards. The first zombie leapt towards Darrel <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Fuck! Rope!&quot; <span class="time">-11:25 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Laura! The scissors!&quot; <span class="time">-11:25 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Knife, does anyone have a knife,&quot; Patricia screamed as she fumbled with the knot. <span class="time">-11:25 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel jabbed the zombie in the chest, making it fall into the water and he smashed it's head as it bobbed to the surface. <span class="time">-11:26 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura fumbled towards the edge of the boat where the rope was tied. She hadn't even thought about the scissor she tucked in to her sash..! They were in her hands in a flash and she was quickly trying to cut away at the rope! <span class="time">-11:26 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Thread by thread, she began cutting the rope. Nathan grabbed the second oar and began hitting the zombies, the three of them fighting off the horde as Laura worked <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> One of the zombies threw himself at Nathan, and the two of them went tumbling over the side of the boat. SPLOOSH! <span class="time">-11:30 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;NATHAN!&quot; The scissors almost slipped in her hands. &quot;Cut off the boat...!&quot; <span class="time">-11:32 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel leapt across the boat and lowered the throttle but keeping the engine going. <span class="time">-11:33 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Keep cutting,&quot; having brained another zombie she looked around at the water, hoping to see something! <span class="time">-11:34 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;Where is he...!&quot; Laura kept cutting away at the rope until the last thread gave way with a <i>SNAP</i>! The she was at the edge of the boat peering in to the water. &quot;Nathan! NATHAN!&quot; <span class="time">-11:36 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>A hand reached up through the darkness, fingers extending desperately <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel reached down with the necklace wrapped hand, and grabbed onto the arm extending out, hoping it was Nathan. <span class="time">-11:38 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;Grab him,&quot; Patricia knew though that if it wasn't Nathan, or Nathan no more, that someone had to be ready, she clutched the club. <span class="time">-11:38 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Darrel found himself gripping the hand of The Wedding Planner. The zombie pulled itself upwards and bit at his face. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Something grabbed Patricia's ankle <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia was swinging at the Wedding Planner, why wasn't it gone already, when something else grabbed her leg and she let out a blood curtling scream! <span class="time">-11:39 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;Help!&quot; Nathan gasped as he tugged at Patricia's ankle. <span class="time">-11:40 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;You motherfucker&quot; Darrel pulled his head back and grabbed the Wedding Planner by it's hair and smashed it's face into the side of the boat until it stopped grunting. <span class="time">-11:40 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;Thank god...!&quot; Laura scrambled to the other side of the boat, grabbing on to Nathan's arm to help pull him back in! <span class="time">-11:41 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The Wedding Planner face turned to mush and the creature slipped back into the depths. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Being slightly unbalanced, as well as unsettled Patricia lands on her bottom and then reaches out to help with Nathan's other arm. &quot;Come on.&quot; <span class="time">-11:42 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan coughed up water as he was pulled onto the boat, which sped away from the pier as the zombie horde plunged into the water, flailing and snarling <span class="time">-11:42 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>They had barely gone 50 feet before the boat suddenly jerked upwards, the motor letting out an agonised squeal and the hull shuddering. Darrel was the first to see it. Hands... hundreds of them... rising from the deep... lifting up the boat and turnign the wood to rot and barnacles. And ahead of them, a head was lifting from the water, long dark hair tangled with seaweed and blood. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>Then eyes... blue and streaked with red <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>As the hands held the boat aloft, she rose upon the hands of the dead, water shedding from her skin... <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> They were dead, they were so dead. &quot;Darrel, the cross,&quot; not that she thought it would matter anymore. <span class="time">-11:45 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>And between the strands of sodden hair and hanging weeds, she gazed upon them <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> Laura's breath caught, an inescapable scream lodged in her throat. She sank to the bottom of the boat, holding on to Nathan and trembling in terror! <span class="time">-11:46 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Darrel had an inkling of who this could be. He stood up and started unwrapping the necklace from his hand &quot;Yeah.&quot; He stared at her, the girl. <span class="time">-11:46 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan pulled Laura against him. &quot;Close your eyes, baby. Close your eyes.&quot; <span class="time">-11:46 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>Across the carpet of hands she came, the waters parting, the sea running red and black with poison. She was naked but for the rags of her burial shroud, bones exposed between them and nestled with sea carcasses and shells <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> He held the necklace up, not showing any fear because he knew he didn't do anything wrong and that he was doing something that resembled justice. <span class="time">-11:48 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> She squeezed her eyes shut tight, burying her face against Nathan's chest. &quot;I.. I wish I could have been your wife before we died...&quot; <span class="time">-11:49 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>Her breath was upon him, salt and ancient decay, a gaze of the suffocating abyss, the chill of the dead. She placed once foot upon the edge of the boat, coming up level with him. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>And as her hand extended he felt the hunger, the desolate yearing of the dead. His blood began to boil, his chemicals mix in violent disorder. The hunger cut Daryl to the bone. He wanted to feast, to red flesh and guzzle blood. For her... for his mistress... <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;I love you Laura. I always loved you.&quot; <span class="time">-11:51 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Patricia didn't like this, didn't like this one bit. &quot;Bitch,&quot; she muttered as she grabbed one of the oars. &quot;Selfish fucking BITCH!&quot; And she smacked the witch. &quot;Take your fucking cross and go die again!&quot; And she smacked the corpse woman a second time. <span class="time">-11:52 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Hey...&quot; he coughed out, legs going weak, feeling himself losing control &quot;this is bull shit.&quot; While Trish started wailing on the dead chick he stumbled toward her, groaning and slobbering. For a split second he pulled together and threw the necklace at the dead chick. <span class="time">-11:53 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FFFF00; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=nnar>The hands surged up around the boat, seizing Patricia's ankles. She was pulled off her feet, the arms snaking over the edge of the boat and yanking at her flesh. She felt her joints being twisted, her bones strain, her flesh about to tear <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>And then... with a soft and silent grace, Olivia caught the necklace. Her fingers closed around the cross and for a moment her eyes were clear, blue and alive, moist with tears. Beneath the strands of hair and weed, a smile was seen, and then she fell back, crashing into the waters with the necklace clutched to her chest. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The boat crashed back down into the waters, the deads hands receding as the boat surged onwards and away from the island. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>And then a thunderous shot split the air... <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;I think we've earned this,&quot; Nathan muttered as he held up the bottle of champagne. <span class="time">-11:56 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> &quot;I'm not moving. I'm not moving for a very long time. Also don't think the champagne will be enough.&quot; Patricia closed her eyes, absently humming the wedding march. <span class="time">-11:58 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Laying on the floor of the boat, Darrel gave a long groan. &quot;I'm hungry....&quot; <span class="time">-11:58 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> At first afraid to move, but then her arms were snaking their way around Nathan's neck and she planted a kiss to his cheek. She was crying... but they were alive! It was over...! <span class="time">-11:58 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Nathan patted Patricia and Darrel on the shoulders as he sat with Laura against him. &quot;Good... idea... bringing the... necklace...&quot; <span class="time">-11:58 Apr 23</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> Suddenly Patricia lurched up, her eyes wide and she quickly went to the edge of the boat. <span class="time">-12:00 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> &quot;...on our next wedding day... lets not add &quot;Till Death Do You Part' to the vows. Okay?&quot; <span class="time">-12:00 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> &quot;Tota-Ow&quot; Trish had stepped on his hand in her haste. <span class="time">-12:01 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> He held Laura close and took a swig from the champagne bottle. &quot;Amen to that, Laura.&quot; <span class="time">-12:01 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> She'd appologize later if it was brought up, but the wedding brunch, what little there was of it, was now feeding the river fish. <span class="time">-12:01 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> Then something amazing happened! Darrel remember he had food stuff in his jacket pockets. Greedily he reached into his pockets to discover...that he was't wearing his jacket. &quot;Well this was lame&quot; <span class="time">-12:03 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> &quot;The hunger is upon you, Darrel.&quot; <span class="time">-12:05 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> (Dun duh DUN! The end...?) <span class="time">-12:06 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: Verdana,verdana,serif; color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The boat cut across the ocean towards the mainland, following the setting sun as it slipped beneath the horizon. <span class="time">-Nathan</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #336699; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> THE END <span class="time">-12:07 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> *Makes out with Nathan!* :D <span class="time">-12:07 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #A87700; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Fucking awesome. <span class="time">-12:07 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> I feel like we just acted out a B-movie <span class="time">-12:07 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> GOOD SHOW! :D I laughed, ohshit, and cried... t___t <span class="time">-12:08 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #B13E0F; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Patricia: </span> I was entertained. Thank you. <span class="time">-12:08 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #DB2645; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Laura: </span> I will see everyone in chat, and I shall save the logs and post them in my blog! <span class="time">-12:08 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #A87700; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Nathan: </span> Roit <span class="time">-12:09 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: verdana,verdana,serif; color: #FF0000; background-color: #;"><span class="username">Darrel: </span> I didnt kill it? O: <span class="time">-12:09 Apr 24</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: "Verdana",verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Laura</font> logged out of the chat.]</font> <span class="time">-((12:09 Apr 24))</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: "Verdana",verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Darrel</font> logged out of the chat.]</font> <span class="time">-((12:09 Apr 24))</span></div>
<div class="post" style="font-family: "Verdana",verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF; background-color: #000000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Patricia</font> logged out of the chat.]</font> <span class="time">-((12:09 Apr 24))</span></div>

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